After watching the Chamber of Secrets, I decided that Harry is very in
touch with his "sensitive side". Why?! How DARE you question me?! I'll tell
you why. Every couple of minutes it seems he wants to hug someone.
Especially near the end! AHHHH! So that was my inspiration for THIS story!
BWA HA HA HA HA!
Chapter 1: Who wants to hug Potter?
Harry Potter was a child like any other. Ok fine, he wasn't. I LIED! He was a wizard! Not only that, but he was a HUGGABLE wizard! YES HE WAS! And he wasn't really a child either, being a TEENAGER now. So anyway.
One day Harry was strolling along the inside of his 2 by 4 inch room on Privet Drive. He was unhappy. Can you guess why? No, not because he was home with the Dursleys. In fact, the only reason he was ever unhappy there was because no one would EVER hug him.
THEN SUDDENLY he heard a noise outside his window!
"Harry! OVER HERE!" yelled RON who was about an inch from the window itself.
"You do realize that it's broad daylight and you're floating outside my window on a.what is that anyway?!" Harry.said/asked.
Ron blinked, "Why it's a TOASTER! What else would it be?"
"Oh.well." said Harry.
Ron shrugged, "Well, since we lost the silly car in the forest I couldn't think of any other way to get here."
"OK!" Harry agreed as if this were perfectly rational.
"NOW! I'm BUSTING YOU OUT!" Ron declared holding up a fork.
"What are you going to do with that?" Harry asked.
Ron started banging the fork against the window.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" hollered Harry. That was alliteration!
"Busting you out! DUR!" Ron answered.
"Well it's NOT WORKING!" Harry yelled. "STOP IT!"
"FINE!" Ron said all huffily. He paused. "I KNOW! I'll TUNNEL YOU OUT!" he exclaimed and disappeared from view.
"Where are you?!" Harry asked, starting to panic.
"DOWN HERE!" Ron yelled.
Harry leaned out the window. Ron was busy trying to dig a hole in the ground with his fork.
"AUGH! IT BROKE! CURSE YOU FORK!" Ron exploded (not literally).
"Ron, I live on the second floor. You can't tunnel me out." Harry tried to explain.
"WHAT?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" Ron yelled.
Harry paused. "I thought it was common sense."
"Common sense? Is that some sort of money?" Ron asked obliviously.
"No."
"Oh, well I'm stumped then."
There was a pause.
"So how am I going to get you out?" asked Ron.
"I could just walk out the door." Harry suggested.
"That's so SQUARE!" Ron protested.
"No, actually the door is a rectangle."
"Oh fine. Do things the easy way!"
So anyway, they somehow managed to fit onto the flying toaster and flew out of sight. Of course no one noticed because all the people in the neighborhood were very thick and self-absorbed.
AT THE BURROW!
"WAZZUP HARRY!"
"Um." Harry said.
"Oh, that's just our new doorbell." Ron explained.
"Um"
"Well, since we bring you to our house on a regular basis we figured that we might as well make our doorbell greet you." Ron explained some more.
"Ok." Harry looked around.
Suddenly the whole Weasley family exploded out the door and ran to hug Harry.
"WE LOVE YOU HARRY!" They yelled in unison. They ignored Ron.
"Hey, what about me?" Ron asked.
"Did you hear something?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Not a thing." Answered Mrs. Weasley.
"HEY! MOM AND DAD! It's ME! Your SON! RON!" Ron yelled hopping up and down and waving his hands around.
"Oh it's you." Mr. Weasley said unenthusiastically.
"Son number 4, is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked absently.
Ron went to sulk in a corner.
"No, number 6 dear." Mr. Weasely corrected her. "BUT ANYWAY! WHAT DO WE CARE?! WE HAVE HARRY!"
"YAY!" yelled the whole Weasley family.
Harry was very happy with everyone hugging him and worshipping the ground he walked on.
Suddenly Hermione appeared out of nowhere!
"HI HARRY!" she said enthusiastically, hugging him.
"Hey, what about me?" Ron demanded.
"You? Who are you again?" Hermione asked.
"He's son number 6," supplied Mr. Weasley.
"Oh right."
"OH RIGHT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN! I AM AN IMPORTANT PART OF THIS FAMILY! I HAVE FEELINGS TOO YOU KNOW!" Ron fumed.
"That's nice dear," Mrs. Weasley replied. "Now run along, we have to take care of Harry now." She waved her hand vaguely in Ron's direction.
"FINE! I'll just go to my room." Ron sulked.
"Actually dear, we decided to give your room to Harry. You live in the pigpen now." Mrs. Weasley said.
"WHAT?!!!!" Ron exploded.
Harry felt bad. He was stealing Ron's family. "Do you want a hug Ron?" He asked.
"NO!"
"Are you SURE?"
"YES!"
"WE WANT A HUG HARRY!" The whole Weasley family and Hermione yelled.
Harry was torn.hugs or Ron? Hugs or Ron? Hugs.ok hugs. He forgot all about Ron and went to hug people! HURRAH!
Meanwhile, Ron was laughing diabolically in the pigpen, scheming about.something. YAY!
I'll just end now. Might continue someday.
Chapter 1: Who wants to hug Potter?
Harry Potter was a child like any other. Ok fine, he wasn't. I LIED! He was a wizard! Not only that, but he was a HUGGABLE wizard! YES HE WAS! And he wasn't really a child either, being a TEENAGER now. So anyway.
One day Harry was strolling along the inside of his 2 by 4 inch room on Privet Drive. He was unhappy. Can you guess why? No, not because he was home with the Dursleys. In fact, the only reason he was ever unhappy there was because no one would EVER hug him.
THEN SUDDENLY he heard a noise outside his window!
"Harry! OVER HERE!" yelled RON who was about an inch from the window itself.
"You do realize that it's broad daylight and you're floating outside my window on a.what is that anyway?!" Harry.said/asked.
Ron blinked, "Why it's a TOASTER! What else would it be?"
"Oh.well." said Harry.
Ron shrugged, "Well, since we lost the silly car in the forest I couldn't think of any other way to get here."
"OK!" Harry agreed as if this were perfectly rational.
"NOW! I'm BUSTING YOU OUT!" Ron declared holding up a fork.
"What are you going to do with that?" Harry asked.
Ron started banging the fork against the window.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" hollered Harry. That was alliteration!
"Busting you out! DUR!" Ron answered.
"Well it's NOT WORKING!" Harry yelled. "STOP IT!"
"FINE!" Ron said all huffily. He paused. "I KNOW! I'll TUNNEL YOU OUT!" he exclaimed and disappeared from view.
"Where are you?!" Harry asked, starting to panic.
"DOWN HERE!" Ron yelled.
Harry leaned out the window. Ron was busy trying to dig a hole in the ground with his fork.
"AUGH! IT BROKE! CURSE YOU FORK!" Ron exploded (not literally).
"Ron, I live on the second floor. You can't tunnel me out." Harry tried to explain.
"WHAT?! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" Ron yelled.
Harry paused. "I thought it was common sense."
"Common sense? Is that some sort of money?" Ron asked obliviously.
"No."
"Oh, well I'm stumped then."
There was a pause.
"So how am I going to get you out?" asked Ron.
"I could just walk out the door." Harry suggested.
"That's so SQUARE!" Ron protested.
"No, actually the door is a rectangle."
"Oh fine. Do things the easy way!"
So anyway, they somehow managed to fit onto the flying toaster and flew out of sight. Of course no one noticed because all the people in the neighborhood were very thick and self-absorbed.
AT THE BURROW!
"WAZZUP HARRY!"
"Um." Harry said.
"Oh, that's just our new doorbell." Ron explained.
"Um"
"Well, since we bring you to our house on a regular basis we figured that we might as well make our doorbell greet you." Ron explained some more.
"Ok." Harry looked around.
Suddenly the whole Weasley family exploded out the door and ran to hug Harry.
"WE LOVE YOU HARRY!" They yelled in unison. They ignored Ron.
"Hey, what about me?" Ron asked.
"Did you hear something?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"Not a thing." Answered Mrs. Weasley.
"HEY! MOM AND DAD! It's ME! Your SON! RON!" Ron yelled hopping up and down and waving his hands around.
"Oh it's you." Mr. Weasley said unenthusiastically.
"Son number 4, is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked absently.
Ron went to sulk in a corner.
"No, number 6 dear." Mr. Weasely corrected her. "BUT ANYWAY! WHAT DO WE CARE?! WE HAVE HARRY!"
"YAY!" yelled the whole Weasley family.
Harry was very happy with everyone hugging him and worshipping the ground he walked on.
Suddenly Hermione appeared out of nowhere!
"HI HARRY!" she said enthusiastically, hugging him.
"Hey, what about me?" Ron demanded.
"You? Who are you again?" Hermione asked.
"He's son number 6," supplied Mr. Weasley.
"Oh right."
"OH RIGHT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN! I AM AN IMPORTANT PART OF THIS FAMILY! I HAVE FEELINGS TOO YOU KNOW!" Ron fumed.
"That's nice dear," Mrs. Weasley replied. "Now run along, we have to take care of Harry now." She waved her hand vaguely in Ron's direction.
"FINE! I'll just go to my room." Ron sulked.
"Actually dear, we decided to give your room to Harry. You live in the pigpen now." Mrs. Weasley said.
"WHAT?!!!!" Ron exploded.
Harry felt bad. He was stealing Ron's family. "Do you want a hug Ron?" He asked.
"NO!"
"Are you SURE?"
"YES!"
"WE WANT A HUG HARRY!" The whole Weasley family and Hermione yelled.
Harry was torn.hugs or Ron? Hugs or Ron? Hugs.ok hugs. He forgot all about Ron and went to hug people! HURRAH!
Meanwhile, Ron was laughing diabolically in the pigpen, scheming about.something. YAY!
I'll just end now. Might continue someday.